Limp Bizkit N2gether Now (remix By Neptunes) Lyrics

N2gether Now (remix By Neptunes) Lyrics

DJ Mia

Uhh, uhh, uhh



Who can be the boss?

Look up to the Cross

Stranded in the land of the lost

Standin up, I'm sideways

I'm blazin' up the path

Runnin' on the highways of rap

Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal

Lava stamps and brands me like a barcode

I'm dashin' all the media strikes, keep the media dykes

As re enforcements for the fight

And that alone will keep John Gotti on the phone

Yea



Tangled in his own

I got the Bees on the track

Where the fuck you at?

(Tical)

Let me hear you pigeons run your mouth now

(Shut the fuck up)

I'm pluggin' in them social skills

That keep my total bills over a million

The last time I checked it

Thank God I'm blessed with the mind that I wreck it

Wait until the second round

I'll knock him out



They call me Big John Stud

My middle name Mud

Dirty water flow

Too much for you thugs

That can't stand the flood

What up doc?

Hold big gun like Elmer Fudd, the sure shot

Mr. Meth I'm unplugged

(Plugged)

Learn

Temperature's too hot for sunblock

(Burn)



Playin' with minds can get you state time

Lock behind twelve bars from a great mind

Killa Bees in the club when there's ladybug

Brought a sword to tha dance floor to cut a rug

Love is love all day 'til they both slug

And take another life in cold blood

Can't feel me?

'Cause it's your blood

Murder is tremendous, crime is endless

Same shit different day

Father forgive us, they know not what they do, our praises do

I'm big like easy, ya big bamboo



What's that, I didn't hear you?

(Shut the fuck up)

Come on a little louder

(Shut the fuck up)

Everybody 'n' 2 gether now

(Shut the fuck up)

What?

(Jus' shut the fuck up)

What?

(Jus' shut the fuck up)

What's that, I didn't hear you?

(Shut the fuck up)

Come on a little louder

(Shut the fuck up)

Everybody 'n' 2 gether now

(Shut the fuck up)

What?

(Shut the fuck up)

What?

(Shut the fuck up)



Headstrong, deadcon, dead by dawn

Deadweight they dead wrong

Let's get it on, twelve rounds of throwdown

Who hold crown?

Protect land with both pound

Limp Bizkit, get around like merry go

What's the scenario?

Comin' through your stereo

Why risk it?

Lifestyles of the prolific and gifted

Eight essential vitamins and minerals

Delicious



Word on the street is, they bit my thesis

Knocked out their front teethes

Tryin' to taste mine

Actin' like they heard through the grapevine

Dope fiendin' for the baseline, to provide rhyme

Pharmaceuticals, hard as nails to the cuticle

Where you find that monster?

She beautiful

Wu Tang and Limp Bizkit

  (Limp Bizkit)

Roll on the set

Kick a hole in the speaker

Pull the plug and then jet



Mic check

So what's it all about?

Where we gonna run?

Maybe we can meet up on the sun

Discretion is advised, for the blood of virgin eyes

Limpin' on the track with Method

So get the sunblock

You get your one shot, until you dissolve

I revolve around everything you got

From outta nowhere prepare

You'll be blinded by the glare

I told you not to stare



Now you're turned into stone, without a microphone

  (Phone)

But don't you forget you're in the zone

(So shut the fuck up)

And take that shit back

'Cause all your shit's whack

Doodoo is doodoo

When it's weighed out like that

Burnin' up your brain like a piston

So all those who didn't listen

Never even knew what they were missin'

And never even knew that the sky was fallin' down

Wu Tang clan for the crown



What's that, I didn't hear you?

(Shut the fuck up)

Come on a little louder

(Shut the fuck up)

Everybody 'n' 2 gether now

(Shut the fuck up)

What?

(Shut the fuck up)

What?

(Just shut the fuck up)

What's that, I didn't hear you?

(Shut the fuck up)

Come on a little louder

(Shut the fuck up)

Everybody 'n' 2 gether now

(Shut the fuck up)

What?

(Shut the fuck up)

What?

(Just shut the fuck up)



It was over your head all day every day

S I N Y, One O Three O Four

Wu Tan Killa Bees,

And the Limp B I Z K I T

Ya know the time, ya know to rhyme

It ain't easy bein' greezy

In a world full of cleanliness

And you know all that other madness

We gone

Peace

(Limp Bizkit, Method Man)

(Rock the house y'all, bring it on)



{Hey wait up, where you guys goin' ?

You're not recordin' are you?

Are you?

I'm all alone

I can't do this

Feel it, uh

Feel it

You guys feel it out there?

Check your head if you feel it

Hey, hey, hey

Every day is brighter than the next day

At least that's what you think

Every day is brighter than the next day

At least that's what you think}